The feeling of holding hands between lovers was something that others could not experience.
At this moment, Xirong fuchen looked at Duan Jintian's hand, which was holding his, and felt a tingling sensation.
Xirong fuchen's heart was also beating rapidly.
Ever since he was young, he had always been confident and calm in political affairs.
However, it was only when he was facing this little girl that he had always liked that he felt an uncontrollable and chaotic feeling.
Just like that, he controlled his pace and ran alongside Duan Jintian.
He even thought that he could accompany Tiantian to the ends of the earth.
Duan Jintian pulled Xirong fuchen to a rockery behind them and stopped.
There was no one here.
Duan Jintian felt a sense of excitement. She stopped and chuckled softly.
When she saw that she was holding Xirong fuchen's hand, her expression changed. Suddenly, she felt a numbing and electrifying feeling from her hand to her heart.
